In the realm of cyberspace, a fading glow, Trickfinger on CE, where whispers grow, A message board, once alive with thought, Now gasping for life, a fate long fought.
Amidst the shadows, Trickfinger stands tall, A lone sentinel, refusing to fall, In a world of silence, they dare to be heard, Breathing life into the forum, with each profound word.
As time marches on, and users depart, Trickfinger holds close the board's beating heart, A torchbearer for truth, in a digital age, They weave tales and wisdom, on the virtual stage.
Though the message board wanes, in twilight's embrace, Trickfinger remains, a reminder of grace, In the final act, they'll not be deterred, For the spirit of CE shall forever be stirred.
I'm so glad A.I. can't actually make good raps.
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